Chapter 29: Richard Dragon.
(General P.O.V)
With the Court of Owls destroyed and his mission to find Cassandra complete, Damian decided getting answers from Richard Dragon was more important than Cassandra and Jason's revenge.
With Clayface's assistance, they left the tunnels for a more conversation appropriate setting. Damian allowed the mud powered villain to leave but...
Chapter 28: Deathless?
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The cold chamber echoed with whispers.
Damian stood beneath a vaulted ceiling, stripped of his gear, surrounded on all sides by robed spectators in owl masks. Their silence was oppressive. Watchful. Expectant.
Across from him, a row of Talons stepped forward—seven in total, each clad in dark armor, their movements precise and fluid. Thei...
Chapter 27: Back In Gotham.
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The heavy double doors to the Demon's Head’s private chambers slammed open with a force that echoed down the marble corridor.
Ra’s al Ghul barely glanced up from his desk, but the ancient parchment in his hand curled faintly in his fingers. Ubu stood to the side, ever vigilant, until the limp body of Bane thudded onto the floor before the...
You've been lied to.
Just kidding. Killer opening line though right? Instantly grabs your curiosity.
I write this mostly because I don't know what my future plans are, so I'll focus on the present.
Which, is stacked with pending projects/stories. I had a poll a few months ago where the majority consensus was to finish my books before starting new ones.
Aside from Jam...
2025-06-01 16:18:17 +0000 UTC View PostAh shii, here we go again. Choose one item you'd want to have as a cheat.
P.S: Winner might get a one shot fic.
2025-06-01 15:13:02 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 34: Like Him.
(General P.O.V.)
It had been a quiet month in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing.
Quiet, but not ordinary.
The massive blue crystal egg occupying one of the beds was far from the usual broken bones and hex-swollen noses Madam Pomfrey was used to.
Towering nearly five feet high and glowing faintly in the dark, the egg pulsed like a heartbe...
Chapter 10: Absolute Thor.
(General P.O.V)
From high above Niflheim, the barren land of death, Loki and the soul of Siegfried—Thor’s spirit now disembodied and weightless—soared on the back of Sleipnir, the eight-legged pegasus whose hooves barely stirred the dreary clouds beneath them.
The mount, a twisted beauty, born of magic and legend, was as mu...
2025-05-28 19:06:24 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 9: Baldur.
(Siegfried's P.O.V)
To mortals, five hundred years is eternity.
To gods, it's just long enough for the wine to age and grudges to cool. Time loses its sharpness when you stop counting birthdays, when the stars don’t change their patterns, and death becomes a memory instead of a fear.
I don’t feel like Siegfried anymore.
Those memories—...
Chapter 8: Malekith.
(Siegfried's P.O.V)
It had been four months since the war began.
Four months of blood and steel, lightning and fire, marching across ruined towns and glowing forests. Now, the battle raged at the gates of Alfheim's Royal Palace, where Malekith’s forces—Dark Elves, beasts, trolls, and mountain giants—had launched a full siege.
Explosions roc...
Chapter 7: Alfheim.
(General P.O.V)
The morning sun bathed the golden windows of Thor’s Hall in a soft, amber light. The scent of steam and sweat still clung to the air from the night before.
Siegfried sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, his long red hair tousled and damp from the bath.
On his lap, Sif, wild-haired and glowing with post-battle pride, traced idle ...
Chapter 6: Odin.
(General P.O.V)
The moment Freyja gave the order, the ground beneath Siegfried shifted with the stomping of armored boots.
A wall of soldiers, gold-plated and armed, encircled him with mechanical precision. At their head stood Tyr, broad-shouldered, armored in steel and shadow. His face was grim, one hand resting on the hilt of a battle-worn sword.
T...
Disclaimer: The pics above are not my own, but are the closest depiction of Absolute Thor(Siegfried) and Mjolnir.
Hey guys, I've had an eventful week dealing with personal matters. Thanks for your patience and I apologize for my abrupt absence and silence. I'm back now.
The last 5 chapters of Absolute Thor drop tomorrow. I'm currently editing chapters 9 & 10. Hope y'all like...
Chapter 5 – Thunderer.
-Asgard-
(General P.O.V)
The Arena of Valhalgard thundered with noise. Thousands filled the sky-tiered seats—Aesir, Vanir, and emissaries of realms beyond. Dwarves cheered beside light elves. Trolls grunted with mead-soaked fists raised high. Magic danced across banners. Crystalline horns blared.
It was no ordinary celebration.
<...
Chapter 4: Loki.
(General P.O.V)
Dia’s last memory was teeth—rows of them—then heat, unbearable and raw. She screamed as she fell into a burning void. When she hit, it wasn’t solid ground but something worse: thick, churning liquid that stung like fire.
She was inside Fafnir.
His stomach acid boiled around her, dissolving what remained of her torn dres...
Chapter 3 – Mjolnir.
(Siegfried's P.O.V)
The wind howled like a beast, growing wilder as Fafnir neared the mountain’s jagged peaks.
I held fast to the sacrificial platform, but the currents battered me, each gust like a hammer blow.
Then my grip slipped.
The wind tore me loose.
I tumbled through the air, limbs flailing. The mountain rushed...
Chapter 2: Fafnir.
(General P.O.V)
A green serpent, thick as a man’s arm, wound silently through the underbrush at the edge of the farmland.
It slithered past bramble and thorn, its scales gleaming like wet jade in the fading light. The farm rooster, perched near the fencepost, never saw it coming. The serpent lunged, jaws wide.
A wet crunch.
Silence...
Chapter 1 – Siegfried.
-Scandinavia-
-1403 AD-
(General P.O.V)
The rain had stopped, but the mud lingered, thick and cold under Dia’s bare feet as she followed Gertrude down the narrow path between hay-stained barns and crooked fence posts.
The sky hung low, the color of damp wool. Chickens flapped and squawked at the sight of new meat—fresh slaves we...
This week's fully packed yo.
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Monday:- Absolute Thor Chapter 1-10(Debut of
my ABSOLUTE MULTIVERSE COMMISSIONED FICS)
Tuesday:- Damian Wayne.
Wednesday:- Anodite Magic in PJO.
Thursday:- Jon Kent(multiple chapters)
Friday:- Damian Wayne.
P.S: What's the Absolute Multiverse Commissioned Fics you ask? Well, text me ...
Chapter 33: Ragnarok's Necronomicon.
(General P.O.V)
Luna jerked awake with a piercing scream.
The sound echoed off the stone walls of the Great Hall, still half-ruined from the battle. Her eyes were wide, chest heaving, breath short and panicked.
But she wasn’t alone.
Arms tightened gently around her, grounding her. Familiar. Safe.
“Hey, hey—it...
All chapters will be made available after I edit EVERYTHING. For now, enjoy this first chapter. Oh, and Anodite updates today.
Chapter 1 – The Last Day of Marty Briggs
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The day Marty Briggs died, he didn’t even get his morning coffee.
His shift had started late—traffic had been hell, a raccoon had chewed through a wire near the gorilla exhibit overnight, an...
Firstly, thank you to the 6 people who bought my first original book, Demi-god Twin/Kin. I appreciate it.
Secondly, you can now purchase and own Demi-god Twin (Book 1) for only 10$ from the initial 100$. This 90% discount lasts till Friday.
Book 2 will feature Iphicles' revenge spree which inevitably brings him into direct conflict with the Gods.
2025-05-14 20:02:54 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 26: Rival.
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The Predator struck first.
Its blade gauntlet hissed through the humid Santa Prisca air, slashing for Damian’s throat. The teen dipped under it, but the creature was already pivoting, its other arm swinging around with brutal speed.
Damian crossed his arms, absorbing the fist's impact with an Ashura-fortified guard that sent him skidding back...
Now for the final round...what would you choose? Taking into account the very real possibility that winner gets a 10 chapter Fanfic.
2025-05-13 20:06:14 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 10: Below the Noise. (Epilogue)
(Alexei's P.O.V)
The world moved on.
Or tried to.
SHIELD scattered. The Avengers dissolved. Governments filled the silence with committees and promises.
I stayed underground.
Not hiding. Working.
My team was small. No flag. No name. Just people the old world discarded.
A mutant who refused to be tam...
Chapter 9: Men Who Play Gods.
(Alexei's P.O.V)
Smoke and sounds of battle filled the chamber, but Fury didn’t flinch.
Even with Spider-Man pinning one Skrull to the wall and Iron Man vaporizing another with a repulsor blast, Fury didn’t run. He just stood there, watching me.
Like it was always going to come to this.
"You killed SHIELD with that broadcast,...
Chapter 8: No More Masks.
(Alexei's P.O.V)
Paris wasn’t safe, but it was quiet—and it gave the Brotherhood easy access to Europe.
After a month with them, it was clear Magneto and I had different plans. He wanted to build strength and wait. I couldn’t afford to. Every day SHIELD had was another day they covered their tracks.
If I was going after them alone, it...
Chapter 7: The Brotherhood.
(Alexei's P.O.V)
They called it training, but it felt more like a cage match with rules nobody followed.
The Brotherhood didn’t hand out respect. You earned it or you bled for it.
I was the outsider. Not even a mutant and they hated that without ever saying it out loud. The first few 2 weeks no one messed with me. But that changed on t...
Chapter 6: Between the Silence.
(Alexei's P.O.V)
I didn’t go back to Midtown.
Not after the cathedral. Not after what happened to Frank. Not after the silence that followed like a loaded gun pointed at everything I used to believe in.
No goodbyes. No trail. I burned the name Eli Stanton before SHIELD even realized it wasn’t real. Peter tried to trace me. I saw t...
Chapter 5: The Last Raid.
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Frank Castle had crossed the line months ago. Fury just hadn’t drawn one yet.
At first, it was isolated hits—burned-out safehouses, emptied data vaults, ex-agents found unconscious with their comms fried and evidence missing. But it escalated.
Now it was facility strikes. Assaults on SHIELD black sites that weren’t supposed to exist....
Chapter 4: New Name, Old Ghosts.
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Alexei Rogers returned to his father's homeland at fifteen.
Not as himself. Not as Ghostshield. Just a name—Eli Stanton—on a carefully prepared transfer file with forged transcripts, a fake guardian contact, and glowing references from a private science academy that didn’t exist.
It had taken two years to make his cover foolpr...